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 to give them so much "news" from Great Britain; and the old wooden roofs echoed to their cheers and clapping.

Maybe the British Government would scarcely have approved our meeting; but there are many people in England who take a different view; and as I told the people, "I had been seven years on the French front (a real slice out of one's life) and I knew what war meant. I will not believe our men are going to be led to war again. However our politicians may talk, whatever hysteria may be printed in the Press, we have sound, practical reasons for friendship. There is nothing in the Nationalist Pact to which Great Britain can seriously object; nothing, certainly, to justify the shedding of blood on either side."

After the meeting we drove back to our comfortable quarters, and talked long into the night over tea and cigarettes. Too tired to sleep, I told my host if once I dozed off there would be no waking me "this side of anytime," so I "let myself go "upon the glories of old England and the fine traditions of our race—a subject my present companions were still perfectly ready to applaud.

We passed on to America and her big Press. To their taste, British journalism is "just dry bones—without a breath of life." They must have something picturesque, unrestrained by any considerations of taste or possible hurt to the feelings of those concerned.

I told them of the strange pride with which an American dared to boast of an "interview" with King Constantine. "His Majesty," as the reporter had written, "without asking me even to sit down, drew from his pocket a handsome case and helped himself to a cigarette. He naturally did not offer one to me."

Constantine was, naturally, infuriated by the sarcastic implication, and denied the "interview" altogether. The "man from the States" promptly started an "action" against him, and withdrew it, once he had thus secured far more publicity (which means dollars) than all the "interviews" he might have